#kleinstar o2

[sunliteve]

from @kleinstar's meme:

"Meditation is one way to beat the heat. Who allowed this kind of weather in May to begin with?"

Eiden's failure to reach whatever he was grasping for — Hiyori had the energy to guess "phone" and leave it at that — rang out clearly with the slap of his hand on the hard floor. The accompanying words of defeat wrung out a heavy sigh from Hiyori, who was even further from technology than Eiden was.

It occurred to him then that he could easily make up for his physical distance from his belongings. Tilting his head back, he called out toward the ceiling, "Jun!"

......

Moments passed in silence. Hiyori, realizing too late that silence was all he was going to get, lifted his hand to his forehead and smoothed his sweat-dampened hair back.

"...My head's in such a haze I forgot he's not even here. I'm going to try a little harder to disintegrate into nothing now."

[thiefguild]

@kleinstar

"Yo, Eiden," Titus greets his friend-- well, that's what he considers him to be, even if they'd really only known each other a short time--with a dazzling grin. he's bored, and when the thief gets bored, there were only a few options available to remedy that: steal something, eat something, or bother someone. luckily (unfortunately?) he'd spotted the prime candidate: the one who'd helped him in that wacky hall of mirrors, who Titus then considered to be a savior. "Got any Valentine's plans? Figured you might be busy with work."

[bulletcoutures]

@kleinstar​; old hallows eve!

the languid bustle of cityfolk amidst october reverie is by far her most favored. simmering spice and everything nice! ah, but what was the innocent without a touch of naughty? she’s taken to the casino this evening && well before choosing to favor the dance at the coo of later midnight hour, people of all different worlds && ways converging to place bets. where some fumble in ploy to win ( others already well have ) && she watches on, perhaps well more amused than she should be, perfectly manicured nails tapping in near silent tune against the shimmering stem of a half filled glass. a sip to savor the last just before setting her prize aside && intending to move on. .. oh~? perhaps a hand would light ‘pon the jut of madame’s well-dressed hip, playfully scrutinizing gaze overlooking the boy from just behind the butterfly’s mask.

❝ well, well. what ever are you doing here? this is no place for a little one. i don’t suppose you meant to attend the other festivities? the hour is still young after all.   ❞